Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.